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Heroes for Villains 1

Introducing the Fitter

Big City Seven, one of many metropolises scattered across the contents of this habitable planet. Like every other major metropolis, it was a booming center of commerce and crime. Here, they learned to deal with their unique criminals with a local super task force. Iconic like movie stars and artists, heroes had their own fans and various business deals surrounding their image. At the end of the day, they were like every other citizen. When they were tired, they slept. When they were hungry, they ate. When they were horny...well.

BC7 hero precinct 11 housed over fifty heroes. The newly built installation provided headquarters for dispatching heroes to crime scenes as well as other resources they needed to accomplish their job. The doors to the precinct burst open as a ten foot tall elephant ducked and entered the lobby. The coyote behind the receptionist desk let out a sigh and flicked his finger, sending a towel to fly over to the elephant from a nearby shelf.

"Goddamnit, these things keep ripping!" he complained as he grabbed the floating towel and pulled it over his crotch. His muscular grey hide was too large to cover, so he had to settle for just his junk.

"Mammoth, this is like the second outfit and you've only been on like three patrols," said the coyote.

"Listen Lightweight. I know, it's pretty embarrassing when you're trying to stop a runaway bus. And right before it impacts, your clothes rip and you must stand there naked unable to cover yourself while everyone is already staring at the display of twisted metal, let alone a naked elephant!" Mammoth Man said.

"The quartermaster said he finished your new suit. This one should be able to adapt better to your rapid expansion powers," said the coyote as he went back to his computer screen.

"Bronco said that the first time he replaced it...I swear that horse just wants to embarrass the new guy!" Mammoth said in an aggravated tone. The bull elephant stomped down to see the quartermaster in his lab in the basement of the building. Even at full power, Mammoth might not be able to force the doors open. The pachyderm hit the button to be buzzed in. The smooth metal door split in the middle and loud clicks hissed as pneumatic pistons pushed them open. The elephant walked in to see the slim but muscular horse draped in a thick lab coat clop over to greet him.

"Mammoth, you're uh...looking well," the chestnut horse said. Bronco the Builder seemed to fidget a bit as he eyed the enormous elephant in the room.

"Yeah, no thanks to you! That last suit you made split on impact, I had to run twelve blocks back here naked!" Mammoth yelled.

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry, Mammoth. I realized I had left out something to make the material almost as durable as you are. I've been just kinda distracted lately..." the horse apologized and fidgeted within his lab coat. He really did seem sorry, and the elephant's expression softened.

"Hey Bronco, I know you're doing your best like the rest of us. Lightweight said you worked out the uh, kink in your suits?" he asked.

The horse's ears perked up and he pushed his glasses back over his eyes. "Oh yes, yes. I fixed it for sure! The new materials are incredibly durable. Resistant to all forms of damage that I could test. I promise it won't rip apart like the others," the stallion said as he walked over to one of the only clean work benches not covered with piles of parts and tools.

The horse pulled out a plain cardboard box and slid it over to the muscular elephant. "This new material will definitely do the trick. It's been tested against bullets, blades, lasers, electricity, acid, thermo nuc-"

"Alright, I get it!" Mammoth cut in. His fat digits fiddled with the lid before he finally just tore the box open. He pulled out three items, a pair of compression shorts, a tank top, and a mask. As he lifted the shorts up, he gave them a few pulls and watched in amazement the material was like a thick spandex that had the consistency of rubber mixed with Kevlar. The tension on the material kept equal resistance no matter how far he seemed to stretch it and form back without any warping.

"The material is smart; it has the ability to harden itself to block puncturing as well as absorb up to ninety percent of kinetic impact. Though it's just three pieces, the fabric can stretch, and form fit to your standard costume specifications and pigmentation can be programmed from the default black.

"Sounds spiffy, so is there somewhere I can change around here?" Mammoth asked.

The horse shrugged and shook his head. "Sorry Mammoth, I don't have a changing room. There's a mirror in the corner, and I can turn around if you want to try it on here. It'd be better than your, uh, towel there..." Bronco said as he faced away from the other super.

"Fine, these better not rip," said the pachyderm. He dropped the towel and stuffed his wide feet and thick calves into one of the pant legs. The material felt smooth and cool to the touch, once he got both legs in and pulled the garment upwards, it seemed to glide over his thick thighs. He had to lift and stuff his equally meaty equipment into the stretchy material. As he finally let it snap over his waist, it seemed to become skintight and flush with the exact curvature of his body. His junk even formed a comfortable pouch, and the outward appearance left a modest but still noticeable bulge.

The elephant gave it a few test kicks and squats. His motion felt completely unrestricted and comfortable. He pulled the tank over his short tusks and wide ears, slipping easily over his enormous pecs and muscle gut. The material formed flush against his skin in every detail, even matching the wrinkles of his grey hide. His nipples even stuck out on each peck beneath the straps that clung along his huge traps. Mammoth murred at how comfortable it was and how it hugged his body, really showing off his muscles better than his default costume.

The last thing was the mask. It seemed to have some highly refined Velcro like straps and the obvious holes for his trunk and eyes. The hero pulled the form fitting mask around his face and attached the straps. The mask was as equally comfortable as the rest of the outfit as it molded to his contours. The deep valley of his forehead and the slight definition of the wrinkles on the base of his trunk formed on the mask as it adjusted to just flush to the skin like the rest of the outfit.

"Damn Bronco, this is really slick. Doesn't feel like this will ever cause any chafing. I mean even my custom underwear aren't as nice as these," Mammoth said as he took one more glance in the mirror. The material was incredibly sleek, like modern athletic gear yet he could feel the durability of the super fabric on the outside. Finally done showing off for himself, he reached back to remove the mask and finally go back to his room to change into some normal clothes.

The elephant's rough digits could not seem to undo the straps. His fingers ran along the smooth material and could no longer feel the seam. He tried to slip his thumb under the edge and just pull the damn thing off, but he couldn't get it to lift from his scalp. Even now his fingers seemed to get stuck on the back of his head. His mighty strength failed him as his hands would not budge. He turned around to ask for the horse's help when his jaw dropped.

"I-I'm so sorry Mammoth. You don't understand...actually, you will soon," the horse said. Next to him stood a short and pudgy raccoon. The raccoon wore a leotard made of the same super material and seemed to have a leash that led under the horse's lab coat. "Ngh!" the horse whined as he fell to his knees. "Master..." he said as he looked at the raccoon.

"Damnit Bronco! What have you done? Who the hell is that?!" the elephant cried as he tried to break free from the rogue uniform.

"I'm sorr-ngh!" the horse cried again as the raccoon gave another tug on the chord in his paw.

"That's enough out of you! Now time for your friend here to join us. I'm the Fitter, equipment vendor to all criminals that can afford my wares. I also run a lot of online shops with terrific ratings. Looks like your little horse buddy here has been a very naughty and long time client of one of my stores...Go on stud, show your colleague here what I'm talking about," the black market dealer gestured and the horse blushing deeply as he began to open his lab coat.

The horse pulled open the white lab coat revealing a slender and athletic stallion body in nothing more than a jockstrap and cross harness made of the super fabric. The leash the raccoon held was revealed to be connected to an object lodged beneath Bronco's tail as the horse turned from one side to the other. The horse's bulge stretched lewdly against the form fitting pouch. Mammoth could even see his shaft tucked between the horse's low hangers all packed neatly into a smooth black pouch. "Gaaaah!" the elephant shouted as he charged to trample the raccoon.

The Mammoth Man fell forward two steps in as his pant legs merged, sealing his legs together. The material stretched and spilled down each leg including the elephant's feet. Mammoth rolled over and started shouting, "Let me go you son of a bitch, I'll tear you in ha-fmmmph!" his cries were muffled when the mask sealed his mouth shut.

"I'm going to need you to hold still for a bit. Horse boy, be a dear and hand me the bag," the Fitter stuck his paw out. The horse reached into his jock and tugged out a piece of fabric from his pouch, handing it to his master. The raccoon walked over to the still struggling elephant and threw the musky sack over Mammoth's trunk. The fabric wrapped around end of the elephant's trunk and began to release an anesthetic gas.

Mammoth could smell the ripe horse sweat that clung to his nose. The mask kept his mouth shut, leaving his trunk his only way to breathe. The mighty hero's struggles began to weaken as he felt the effects of the gas pumping directly up his lungs. Soon the elephant just laid there on the ground, dazed and just looking up at the fluorescent lights that hung in the lab.

"There's no use in struggling. Just relax and let me take care of you. Your buddies will find their new uniforms in their rooms soon enough, so we won't be disturbed for a while. For being such a good horsie, I'm going to allow you to cum. You can fuck your trapped behemoth. In fact, this would be a good time to show you just what my uniforms can do," said the raccoon. The Fitter reached his paw out and stroked the elephant's trapped cock. The material seemed to fuse with his skin, and he felt a constant tingling pulsing on his dick tip.

"Now let's see, your superpower is being able to change the size of your body. There's a certain sight I'd like to see bigger," said the villain as he caressed the tight bulge of Mammoth's trapped crotch. The material came to life and seemed to ripple. The bull elephant moaned into his mask as he felt his cock start to harden. The underwear activated the hero's ability.

The super elephant's already thick length began to swell even larger. His baseball sized nuts also inflated at the same rate. The underwear stretched like a giant black balloon, containing the entire package without any sign of strain. The Fitter chuckled and placed his paws onto Mammoth's now enormous sack, bouncing them a few times, feeling the beach ball sized testicles sway to and fro. The raccoon moved to the elephant's blunt end. He started to run a paw up and down Mammoth's tip causing the underwear to push into his cock slit along with the villain's fingertips.

Mammoth's hips jerked from the slow intrusion into his urethra. The material continued to flow down his dick and disappeared beyond the base of his enlarged genitals. The pachyderm felt a mighty jolt of pleasure as the black slick made it into the hero's prostate. The Fitter chuckled as he started to push his paw in and out of the bound hero's cock, causing the trapped man's enormous tool to flex and throb each time his paw dipped into the opening.

"Just relax and let it happen. Horse boy, your release will be allowed inside your cohort's new fuck hole," said the raccoon as he pulled his paw out from the elephant's slit with a wet pop.

The hero was beyond agony at the sensations he was being subjected to. The suit was constantly pulsing and shocking his nerve endings. His cock was beyond hard from the Fitter's paw and now stuck out like a massive black column of rigid flesh. His second trunk throbbed, the material encasing his giant cock had several veins bulging out. Bronco's two-foot horse meat was also covered in the skintight black material. The stallion grabbed Mammoth's cock tip with both hands and started guiding it right towards his crotch. The horse's blunt shaft plopped right into the elephant's cock and the tight tunnel stretched open to accept the stud's length with ease.

While Bronco sought his release, the raccoon adjusted Mammoth's suit. Every erogenous zone was being recorded to optimize stimulation to the elephant's nervous system. This would cut down the time it takes for him to break in his new lackey. Enslaving the supers was the Fitter's most ingenious ploy ever. The Fitter activated his subjugation program, and the mask spread to cover the hero's entire face. Inside, pulsing colors swirled while hypnotic commands vibrated directly into the pachyderm's skull. His trunk was filled with days of trapped Bronco musk and chemicals while his dick was taking a pounding of a lifetime. The elephant blacked out from the overstimulation and relinquished his body to the suit's programming.

The raccoon grinned as he accessed one of Bronco's computers. The wrongdoer pulled up the monitor feeds to the hidden cameras scattered throughout the dorms. Young supers were opening the boxes containing their new outfits. The pudgy villain watched with glee as one by one, the heroes donned their new outfits that would render more servants for the diabolical raccoon. The encased victims would emerge from their cocoons transformed into goons eager to serve their new master.

The nocturnal mastermind looked up from the monitors as he heard the loud roar of Bronco emptying his pent-up seed into the Mammoths cock. It had been an awfully long time since his master Fitter allowed him release. The horse's fat tip started to flare, and the material split open to allow him to ejaculate. The bucking stallion started to empty a liter of horse cum right into the elephant's dick. The black lining just drank down his thick load and stored it right into Mammoth's bladder. The spent horse slumped over onto the oversized cock; his dick still buried inside Mammoth's member.

With an entire precinct soon to be under his control, the Fitter made plans to create more uniforms to infiltrate the other precincts. He would enslave all the city's heroes in due time, but first he would first enjoy each and every one of his new trophies. Starting with the burly size changing elephant. He would take great pleasure in exploring the limits of Mammoth's size changing abilities.